No, the... [ mmf. ] The wrongs were there. That part's not supposed at all.
[ he shifts a little where he's standing, now, brow furrowed, fists clenching and unclenching lightly at his sides. because. ]
The place he grew up was attacked by the Church - burned to ashes by it, for the sole crime of having been the home of the eldan tribe. And he has seen Forden- the Sanctifex, the one who was behind it all, beyond dead. Humiliated and made a fool, in front of all. But he's caused countless more beyond that.
[ the wind shifts again, like a tear open in reality, briefly. fire - a burning village, a young man with round horns and ashy-blonde-gray hair - strohl, not louis guiabern. ]
He paid that favour back to my home, and the homes of thousands of others. None of the people of Halia had anything to do with him, or his crusade.
[He listens, and his gaze flicks briefly toward the tear in reality and the burning village that can be seen on the other side. me googling just out of curiosity like why is louis such a beautiful war criminal]
Well, that's not surprising. Cycles of violence do repeat themselves in perpetuity.
[Crazy people lash out and drag so many random bystanders into their messes! He definitely does not find that relatable at all.]
Those with their eyes set on revenge often become blind to anything along the way. Or they would prefer to burn it all, anyway.
Yeah. [ his voice's a little rougher there - he shoves his hands in his pockets. ] I just don't think he gave a damn in the first place. 's the difference between us, in the end.
[He assumes this guy was eventually felled in some way, if only because tyrants almost always are, as long as they're not absolute in cosmic authority like SOME THINGS.]
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Anyway his opinion on vengeancequests differ depending on how he feels about the people doing the vengeancing, so he's just like, hm.]
What supposed wrongs has he suffered.
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[ he shifts a little where he's standing, now, brow furrowed, fists clenching and unclenching lightly at his sides. because. ]
The place he grew up was attacked by the Church - burned to ashes by it, for the sole crime of having been the home of the eldan tribe. And he has seen Forden- the Sanctifex, the one who was behind it all, beyond dead. Humiliated and made a fool, in front of all. But he's caused countless more beyond that.
[ the wind shifts again, like a tear open in reality, briefly. fire - a burning village, a young man with round horns and ashy-blonde-gray hair - strohl, not louis guiabern. ]
He paid that favour back to my home, and the homes of thousands of others. None of the people of Halia had anything to do with him, or his crusade.
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Well, that's not surprising. Cycles of violence do repeat themselves in perpetuity.
[Crazy people lash out and drag so many random bystanders into their messes! He definitely does not find that relatable at all.]
Those with their eyes set on revenge often become blind to anything along the way. Or they would prefer to burn it all, anyway.
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Yeah. [ his voice's a little rougher there - he shoves his hands in his pockets. ] I just don't think he gave a damn in the first place. 's the difference between us, in the end.
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[He assumes this guy was eventually felled in some way, if only because tyrants almost always are, as long as they're not absolute in cosmic authority like SOME THINGS.]